Dispatchers....

This poem is my way of thanking all those faceless voices, who help us in our time of need...it's called:

DISPATCHERS...

D-ialing emergency 911, will give you a voice, that may save someone...
I-t's the men and women that this world holds, when you think your life is about to unfold...
S-ensing your fear, when your on the phone, that voice is your friend, they won't leave you alone...
P-ulling you thru, and easing the fear, that knock on your door? emergency's here...
A-ll who have gone thru, those chills of despair...
T-hank the good lord, these dispatchers were their...
C-alling for backup, dispatchers respond, with directions to catch that irresponsible con...
H-idden from the public, when those calls come through...
E-xperienced professionals, rarely thanked by me or you...
R-ecognize the middleman when dialing 911, connecting with an emergency team. just may save your son...
S-o send a little thank you note, do that one good deed, that dispatcher that helped you, in your time of need.